Dear suicide and depression
I hate you
You are the reason insomnia holds me hostage each nightI hate you
You are the reason why my mother is so angry with the worldSo I hate you
You are the reason i no longer see beautiy in things i use to loveSo i still hate you
You are the reason i fear my brother will not come home againI hate you
You are the reason why my wrist has so many scarsI hate you
You are the reason anxiety has come to the party but i dont want to be at the partySo i will say this i have always hated and will always hate you even though you have been running and growing in me since I was a child
Sincerely,
Cheshire
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BROKEN late night thoughts
PuisiThoughts that pass threw my head as I lay awake at night. Most of them are crazy. Please read in black